Mystical Journey

Garen picked up his bag and followed the flow of people away from the platform. The outside was full of idle vehicles. There were also a lot of unmarked black cars and women soliciting people to check in at their hotels or hitch a ride with them.

One by one, they were like wolves hunting for prey, their eyes sharp and accurate in their search for people who did not have somebody coming to fetch them.

As soon as Garen walked out, he was faced with three or four people.

"Bro, lodging?"

"Looking for transportation?"

"Mine is very near, choose my car."

Garen pushed away from those people and headed for the taxi stand and joined the queue behind the row of people waiting for taxis.

Although White Card City was the state capital and the largest city in the Faya state, the Faya state was the most remote state in America and therefore it was not as advanced and orderly as other states.

Garen took a free tourist map and could not help smiling when he saw the introductions for Grano Town.

On the way here, he did not see even a single vampire. The world outside was surprisingly very normal.

This world belonged to ordinary humans in the end. Blood Breeds and Witches, as long as their luck was not abysmal, the average person wouldn’t meet one in their lifetime. Perhaps, they would not be able to recognize one even if they did meet.

Except for some areas, this world was the same as Earth.

Soon it was Garen’s turn, he asked for the cost of the fare, then got in the taxi. There were also a boy and girl that were going to the airport. After asking Garen, they got in the same taxi.

The couple wore matching white T-shirts with large cartoon head of a brown bear. Both looked very ordinary. From their getup, it seemed their family was not that well-off. They sat behind Garen exuding a sweet atmosphere.

Looking at them, Garen could not help but think of his ordinary life on Earth. His first love had been the same as these two people, ordinary and sweet. Although they did not encounter any extraordinary things, immersing in their own little world might be a happy thing.

Di Di, Di Di...

At the sound of a voicemail, Garen took out his phone and tapped on it.

"Head, where are you?" It was bald head. This guy was now very successful as the deputy. With the rise of fame, his income also climbed up and made him a millionaire. He also bought a villa at the famous Crosse vacation island.

"I’m still at White Card City. There’s no need for you guys to come, I’ve got someone else to pick me up." Garen said.

"How can this be, it’s so rare for Head to come out...Alright, alright, if you need money, it’s in the usual account. You can just use it straight away, and if it’s not enough just say the word."

The driver beside him heard it and glanced at him. His expression changed and he seemed to be in awe.

From the sound of it, this guy seemed to have some background.

Garen did not know whether to laugh or cry. After reflecting on it, he immediately paid attention to his words. After a few words with the bald head, their conversation ended and the car immediately quieted down.

Apparently, bald head’s loud voice was heard by the people at the back. For some time, Garen seemed like the boss of a gang, causing the other three to be afraid of making noise.

"Er...my friend got hooked on movies...you guys should know about it too, that Reborn from Fire." Garen’s thoughts accelerated and shrugged it off with this explanation. Reborn from Fire was the latest gangster movie with a production cost of over millions and box office gross of over a hundred million.

The couple was relieved but although the driver was obviously still having doubts, he drove on in silence.

The taxi was neither fast nor slow while traveling from the train station to the airport.

Garen looked at the time on his watch, it was 6.42 in the morning. There was still over an hour of time until the departure of his flight.

"Are you also a student traveling to your school?"

From the couple sitting behind him, the boy suddenly asked.

"Erm."

"Yes, that’s right. I’m going to Nottingham. Just finished my SIT this year. You guys too?" Garen asked in passing.

"Yeah, we’re also going to Nottingham!" The boy suddenly got excited, "You can call me Mike and this is my girlfriend, Jelal. We just got our notice letters from Scot. Bro, which school are you from? There are five universities in Nottingham."

Garen smiled.

"Mine is Gullivier."

"Oh~~~" The boy dragged out his tone when expressing his surprise. The girl also exclaimed while covering her mouth.

"Amazing!" The girl could not help be said so, "I thought you are from Burlington Music Academy. That place is full of beautiful men like you."

Her words did not finish before her thigh got pinched by her boyfriend Mike and the two went on with their playful antics.

The driver shook his head while giving the back a glance. Looks like he thought of his children at home.

"I’m Garen. Since we’re in the same city then let’s come out to have some fun when there’s opportunity."

Not waiting for Garen to finish his words, the girl immediately agreed.

"This is what you said, give us your contact number and don’t make excuses when that time comes!"

Both sides exchanged contact numbers and the atmosphere became closer. The two kept asking about the specifics at Nottingham but found out that he was also someone who never traveled before. They immediately talked about the information they got from the internet and other various sources.

During their heated discussion, the time passed by quickly.

Soon, they reached the airport. Garen paid for the fare and the three of them got off. The couple said that Mike’s aunt would come to get them and invited Garen to eat with them.

Garen smiled and declined. He mentioned that there was someone here to pick him up and that after arriving at school, they could pick a time and played around the whole Nottingham.

Both of them promised just like that. Seemed like these two were very naïve and did not have personalities that doubt others.

After getting their tickets using their identification cards, they found out that the three of them were on the same flight so they simply acted together.

It was not time yet so the three of them found some seats and waited for their flight notice while chatting away.

"What’s your major? Gullivier’s best Worf Business School? Birmingham Medical School? Or the archaeology department?" Mike was very talkative, his topics were endless. Compared to Garen’s silent personality, he seemed very lively.

"Why are your guesses only those few?" Garen put down his violin case by his legs and his bag on the seat on the other side.

"Those few are the most famous! Worf Business School is said to have a very powerful alumni association which has a lot of graduated world-class talents like Mastan of Horizontal River Group, who is also someone I admire the most!" Mike was much more informed than the real Gullivier student here, which was Garen.

"Weren’t the other two among the most famous places in Gullivier as well? Worf Business School ranked first for three consecutive years on Laplace, which was also the best business school among all universities. As for the medical school, Gullivier holds world-class medical seminars every few years with all kinds of themes, and scholars renowned all over the world will participate in it, so isn’t that obvious? And archaeology, the library in your school is enough for the archaeologists to research. There are a lot of books still hidden in that library that have been forgotten ages ago. I don’t even need to mention the exhibitions."

"Amazing!"

Jelal gave her applause at the side.

"Talking like you are the real Gullivier student..."

"Hihi, our Scot is also not bad...not bad..." Mike immediately giggled.

"The first year will give me a lot of time to understand all that anyway, there’s no need to be anxious." Garen was indifferent to all this. Coming out to study was just a front for him to understand the differences between the worlds. Only by getting out of the small town could he understand the reality of the outside world in a more profound way.

"You’re right, during the first year you can choose a club or something to play and the basic courses should not be difficult." Mike seemed to look forward to it. "But you guys seem to have an interview session as part of the examination, are you nervous?"

Garen laughed: "What is there to be nervous about."

"How many points did you score during your SIT?"

Garen instantly put on a serious expression.

"I don’t want to deal a blow to you..."

Mike immediately hid his face.

"I knew it...Ala, I need comfort..."

"I warned you not to call me Ala...this brings back unpleasant memories." Jelal hugged Mike while patting his back.

Mike who pretended to be in despair suddenly noticed the violin case by Garen’s foot.

"What is this?" When he was getting more familiar and found out that Garen was not easily angered, he became even more open.

"My hobby." Garen picked up the violin case and handed it over.

Mike quickly opened the zipper. One glance at the long shape of violin case and people would know this was some sort of musical instrument, just that the content was unknown.

Opening the case, a dark red exquisite ancient violin laid quietly inside.

"Oh~~~Beautiful!" Mike whistled. "One look and we can tell it’s not some cheap stuff. Sure enough, poor families like us can’t afford something like this..."

"It’s just a musical instrument..."Garen was at a loss for words looking at Mike.

"Just, a, musical, instrument!" Mike held his chest as though in pain, "Just...ten years of my living expenses...no, probably a hundred years of living expenses! My heart...my heart is shattering..."

"Enough of your act, careful of breaking it!" Jelal was obviously nervous. She took the violin away from Mike hurriedly and appreciated the violin for a moment before she carefully put it back into the case and passed it to Garen.

The three of them chatted happily. The flow of people coming and going continued and the attention of some people was attracted to them.

Garen’s handsome face and perfect white skin caused even some females to be envious. After a glance at him, there would be some people who would turn back to pretend to look for someone in order to take a second look at him.

The time soon arrived. The announcer read out the number for their flight.

Going through the security checks, after Mike’s lighter that had been hidden under the insole of his shoe was found out, his expression was as though he was grieving for a dead relative. Watching him pretending to be sad while hugging Jelal, the young lady in charge of security checks felt a bit sorry.

Garen was completely speechless.

After a while, the three of them got on the plane and found their seats. There was no coincidence this time, the three of them were separated to the front, middle and back of the plane respectively.